Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The dim clouds seemed to fall from the sky, and the furious thunder that vented lit up the endless darkness.

The Primarch's voice echoed through the violent thunderstorm.

That loud voice overwhelmed everything.

Like a majestic, holy god declaring the sins of the world.

The body of the planetary governor was trembling, and the bodies of all the nobles were trembling.

"My lord, is there any misunderstanding in this?" The planetary governor asked tremblingly.

"There is no misunderstanding, Grouse family, you have been declared excommunicated and rebellious." Guilliman stared at the planetary governor in front of him, his tone cold.

The honor guards surrounded him, and there was no sound under the cold metal helmet.

They did not respond to the excommunication rebellion that was enough to shake the empire.

The planetary governor slumped on the ground, and the smug, flamboyant smile just now disappeared without a trace.

The Grouse family is a huge family spanning several galaxies, with unparalleled wealth.

It can support family members to enjoy expensive life extension surgery and have their own private fleet.

But the planetary governor is very clear that these are insignificant in front of a Primarch.

With just one word from the other party, everything from the Grouse family was deprived.

The planetary governor looked at the other nobles with a look of pleading for help.

But no one dared to stand up. These nobles had sworn to stand with the Grouse family.

But now, no one stood up.

Everyone avoided him.

"Sicarius, execute the adults of the Gross family, send their children to a punishment camp, and tell those children that only war and blood can wash away the sins of their parents."

Guilliman glanced at the other nobles, and the majesty in his eyes made them take a few steps back subconsciously, "You allow the Grouse family to disobey my order, greedy for power in their hands and unwilling to speak out, and you will also be subject to scrutiny."

The nobles burst into tears in fright.

Some nobles wanted to rush to the Primarch, begging his forgiveness.

The Honor Guard held them back, the Terminator armor forming a metallic line of defense they couldn't get past.

"My lord, my ancestors once shed blood for the emperor, and my ancestors once made contributions to the empire. My lord, you can't do this."

A nobleman wailed loudly, his fat body shaking.

He cried out and wanted to squeeze through the iron wall formed by the space fighters, and stretched forward with all his strength.

"Then your ancestors will feel ashamed of you. You have betrayed their ideals and bloodlines. Take them down, and each one will be examined. If there are any problems, they will be dealt with immediately."

Qin Bei glanced at the crying nobles, without the slightest wavering.

The Space Marines pushed aside all the nobles and made arrests according to the list.

Surrounded by the honor guard, Guilliman walked towards the red carpet prepared for him.

The only regret is that all the people who ordered the red carpet to be laid have been arrested.

It was supposed to be a grand welcome.

But it became the scene where the Grouse family and many nobles were arrested.

The nobles were taken individually by a team of Inquisitors in Guilliman's fleet to examine their sins.

Many nobles fainted on the spot.

The Judgment Chamber is notoriously terrifying, and if it falls into their hands, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

In order to effectively fight against the enemies of the empire, the judges often use all kinds of terrible torture without any scruples,

Guilliman didn't show any mercy, no matter how these guys howled and screamed, he didn't cast any more eyes.

This plunged the nobles into utter despair.

Even if there are no problems in the review, they will lose their noble status and become lowly civilians.

"You are a complete tyrant." A mad nobleman shouted, he pulled out a pistol, and shot in Guilliman's direction, "You persecute the emperor's loyalty, you try to usurp your father's throne, tyrant."

Laser beams flicker in the rain.

The Glory Guard easily blocked such an insignificant attack that even their shields couldn't break.

What this great nobleman did completely angered the space warriors.

One soldier slammed the opponent's face with the butt of his gun, causing him to scream.

The strength of the space fighter is so powerful, even if he controls his strength, he can easily smash the opponent's face into pieces.

Flesh and broken teeth flew out, and the once lofty noble fell to the ground like a dead dog.

He's not dead yet.

And with one last breath.

But this is not his luck, death is a thousand times better than falling into the hands of the court.

"This is their loyalty. Power corrupts them, makes them break their vows and forget their awe." Guilliman glanced at it, then walked towards the hive. "Announce me to the world, and I will listen to them."

Servo-skulls, cherubs, and many other flying objects flew everywhere, and they roared the news of the arrival of the Great Primarch to the entire hive.

News of the nobles' arrest spread quickly, shocking everyone.

Those who think they are powerful are terrified as if the end of the world is ushered in.

The situation is completely different from what they imagined.

They thought that it was just like the previous political games, asking prices, fighting, compromising, and closing deals, running a set of rules that belonged exclusively to them.

Gangsters, nobles, and bureaucrats are all intricately intertwined, forming a very special relationship.

Everyone patiently moves on the chessboard, evaluates what they have, and uses their own advantages to obtain more benefits.

No one could have imagined that the original would use an unimaginable brutality to smash the relationship network that the major families had operated for thousands of years with a single punch.

It's like another chess player thinking about all the opponent's moves, guessing the opponent's routines, and his own way to deal with it.

As a result, as soon as the opponent sat down, he picked up the chessboard and smashed it on the chess player's face with a bang.

Unprecedented fear spread as Guilliman stepped into the hive.

Of course, the fear is limited to the powerful, and everyone at the bottom is cheering.

The greed of the Grouse family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is resentful.

With the help of the Mechanics Guild, they meticulously estimate the value of each.

The policy enacted is enough to ensure that every worker's savings are drained, that they are kept alive, and that they can't get out, so that they can be better controlled.

Work, life, marriage, etc., every aspect is clearly arranged.

The Grouses will make everything out of it, and all people can do is work for the Grouses for the rest of their lives, and for the Grouses to produce the next batch of Imperial citizens who will work for them.

And all this will be changed.

"Please, don't accuse me. I still have a wife, I still have a daughter."

The law enforcement officer who shot him in Spotted Leg begged that he would be tried for his arrogance and arrogance.

"You deserve to go to hell, like that damned Grouse family. Your wife and daughter will spurn you forever, and you will never be able to return to the embrace of the Emperor, only worthy of being eaten by those twisted monsters."

The blind old lady spat at him.

The others followed the old lady and spat at the law enforcement officer.

"No, have mercy on me." The law enforcement officer begged, but it was of no use.

He used to be so vicious to people, giving others pain unscrupulously.

And now that the same terrible thing happened to him, no one would sympathize with him.

The soldiers took the law enforcement officers away, and Hawke followed the crowd and cheered when he wanted to find his friend Madara, telling him that he would continue to receive a pension and live a decent life.

He didn't know that his friend had left.

Madara's corpse was lying in a corner, covered with the old blanket, his head with pale and messy hair drooped aside, his body became cold due to loss of temperature, and his crutches were at his feet.

There was an expression of pain and relief on his face.

The inflammation and burn from the gunshot wound, the humiliation of being chased away by the law enforcement officers, and the grief of not being able to see the Primarch were all tormenting the poor ex-soldier.

If it wasn't for him, he would end up seeing the downfall of the Grouse family and many nobles. I'm afraid he would die full of resentment.

Hawk hugged his friend's body and began to cry.

At this time, he saw, on the wall next to the corpse, written with a piece of charcoal.

Mankind must triumph, and the Empire must triumph.

There is also a signature below, Captain of the 33rd Regiment of the Imperial Yakos Planetary Army - Madara.

Let's see if I can stay up late tonight, I have something to do today.